Year of twelve
First of twelve is one, start the cycle to a drum
Second is like Tuesdays meaningless advance
Marching to the drum still keeping up the pace
When April arrives, mother Earth cleans up her space
May the birds sing and trees blossom to the Sun
June marks the first of Air's elemental twosome
Fly back home or to your two weeks, many book July
Modest is August, calm and soothing , passing by
September's last hope for a hot summer in the end
October is the 10th, not the 8th my friend
Rain in November when remembered, wash away dry tears
December is the month of presence ending years
-William T 11-24-06